Tuesday, November 01, 2005
-Taller in more ways-I guess im more or less ready for the working world. Other than the daunting thoughts of having to work with old people who think too highly of themselves, the institution im stuck in right now (yes im calling it the institution to make it sound better) has trained me more or less in dealing with all sorts of people. Even made me re-think options of whether i wanted to take up any jobs involving PR. After all, i find myself mellowing down nowadays, choosing to evade from any confrontations with people (I wonder if its due to the unwanted influence of watching too much period dramas where you know you are not the king and ruler of the country and therefore have adjusted yourself to be very so submissive) ; where in simple terms literally means keeping the bitch in the bag. But for somewhat reason i think all this kept up anger is getting quite so unhealthy. Probably the reason why my heart hurts more often in recent days. Well as long as it stops me from juggling till the age of 75.
There has been this ongoing rumour about me that whenever i sang during duty in the institution, the clouds would instinctively rain after a while. Though i have tried to talk in the defence for my dignity that its definetly the work of the monsoon season, I have now come to a sad conclusion that the long panel of judges reason that its mostly due to ehrm, bad vocals. How the hell am I going to ever be confident in singing karaoke again? (what's more the new jay chou album out leh).
Anyway, my younger brother was nothing but disappointing in his results for his streaming year this time. So much so that I gave him the nightmare of his lifetime. In fact its so terrible its a double blow cause he knows that i could scold him and get money for it if he wasn't doing his stuff right. I told him i would be his new tuition teacher.Ps: Shit, i really need an MIA outing as well as a council bbq about right now.
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